"You should understand why I came, fellow Daoist. I only wish to pay my respects to that person."
After hearing Qin Changsheng's words, the War Emperor reined in his aura until he seemed like an ordinary man, then stated his purpose plainly.
"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. That person has no intention of receiving visitors." Hearing this, Qin Changsheng refused the War Emperor's request, telling him that the person had come solely to deal with the Western Religion.
"Then it seems the matter is true." Rather than growing angry at the refusal, the War Emperor smiled and cupped his hands toward Qin Changsheng. "Fellow Daoist, might you give me a seat as well?"
"This doesn't seem like your way of doing things," Qin Changsheng said as he looked at the War Emperor.
"I'm old. I know I have little time left. Unlike you, fellow Daoist, I cannot remain forever young. I still don't want to pass away just like this." The War Emperor spoke softly. At his level, what else could he pursue? He only hoped to make a breakthrough.
For even at his level, he had no choice but to bow his head before the years. No matter how powerful he was, so long as he failed to take that step, the day would ultimately come when he decayed and perished.
"Indeed, you've grown old. Even your path has gone astray, and you've forgotten how to cultivate." Just then, another newcomer descended upon Immortal Mountain. Like the War Emperor, he remained concealed in the shadows as he approached at a measured pace.
"What a rare day this is. I never thought you would come too." Qin Changsheng gazed at the newcomer, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
It was an old man. Though he stood right there, he seemed